Man On Fire (Angel of Sadness)
He brings the music of death
The music that’s take our final breath
I’d rather come in and play on my cold feet
Than warm up to be old heat
If I were to die on this day
What would you speak of at my funeral?
What would you say?
How would you sooth the mourners
Of a forgotten general
He was a man on fire
For his lord, your savior
Wouldn’t take his soul any higher
So he remains a man on fire
We make mistakes, because we know we can
And chances are we’ll be forgiven for them
An eye for an eye, I’m awaiting a heart break
As for now
I’m a casualty living for your sins
Every man coming for my head
Prophets already censoring me dead
I bring the music of death
The music that’s gonna take your final breath
I mostly refer to myself as a child
I don’t know why
Perhaps I feel immortal
As if I couldn’t die
But now I’m just a man on fire
For my lord, your savior
Will not take this soul any higher
Now I’m a man on fire
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